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We’re back again! With a show that was recorded a week before the Oscars, and now is being posted almost a month after the Oscars, and somehow manages to spend more time on Michael Bay’s Benghazi movie than any individual Oscar film! We’re nothing if not relevant! We’re nothing if not timely! We’re nothing.

Hey! Guess what guess what guess what guesswhat guesswhat guesswhatguesswhat guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat?? WE RECORDED A PODCAST AND IT DIDN’T SUCK! ALSO I’M CRACKED OUT OF MY SKULL ON LACK OF SLEEP AND CAFFEINE AND CRYING BABIES AND I’M NOT SCREAMING YOU’RE SCREAMING FUCK YOUUUUU Okay, so, that was probably more real than I wanted it […]

While I'd like to believe that this is the start of a new era of podcasting, I've got 13 months of data that shows that's probably not the case. That said! We're sort of back! And we haven't gotten any better at this, but hey, very few things get better after you do them 63 times. But add another 6 times and hey, that's a whole new ballgame.

I get a little itchy sometimes, wondering if they'll get unearthed, and people will see the walking haystack of bad Cobain hair and leaking acne and I'll lose all the credibility that I've gained over the years as a film critic. Or, alternately, we could just do another episode, and let my talking do that by itself.

HA! You didn't think we'd get in our fourth episode of the year, did you?!?! WELL THE JOKE'S ON YOU SWEETHEART BECAUSE HERE IT IS.

True story: I had one of those two-foot-tall hard plastic Godzilla toys. I used to sleep with it instead of a stuffed animal. All well and good, until his rocket fist would go off in the middle of the night and hit me in the eye. Godzilla apparently never heard the saying "love shouldn't hurt."

You know, having a kid gives you perspective. For instance, at one point in my life I would have thought that being covered in slightly-spoiled human milk and a touch of feces was a sub-optimal start to the day. Now, it just means that the gas screams are gone. So, win/win.

Once again into the breach, dear friends. Welcome to a Very Special Episode of the Watch This Show Podcast. Show. Thing. You better put on your big-boy pants before wading into the middle section of the show. Nate and I do our best to separate the artist from his art, and see what we can […]

Nothing like a new year. A fresh slate, a clean start, a new beginning. You're gonna join a gym, you're gonna clean the garage, you're gonna learn how to cool a flan! You're gonna learn what a flan is! Okay, you're going to learn how to pronounce "flan" without sounding like a Midwestern yokel. Okay, you know what? Fuck you Frenchie, and your goddamn omelet cake.

Hey, remember when you were a kid, all those years ago? Remember little Sally Neidermeyer next door? The little freckled kid with braces and patchy rosacea? And remember when you went away to camp one summer and when you came back it seemed like little Sally had grown up? The rosacea was gone, the braces were gone, and her mom stopped cutting her hair at home and sent her to Blanche for a perm instead? Yeah? Well that's kind of what this show is. We've been gone for a while, and now we got makeup and boobs.